Love Is Sweet, Dearest Ned, But It

When I Am Writing Best, I Really Am Lost In My World. I Lose Track Of The Outside World. I Have A Difficult Time Balancing Between My Real World And The Artificial World.

When I Was A Boy, I Dreamt That I Could Fly, He Announces. When I Woke, I Couldn't... Or So The Maester Said. But What If He Lied? What Do You Mean? Perhaps We Can Fly. All Of Us. How Will We Ever Know Unless We Leap From Some Tall Tower? No Man Ever Truly Knows What He Can Do Unless He Dares To Leap. There Is The Window. Leap. What Do You Want? The World.

I Had A Couple Of Friends, But I Was Mostly The Kid With His Nose In A Book.

All Fiction Has To Have A Certain Amount Of Truth In It To Be Powerful.

The City?" Tyrion Was Lost. "what City Would That Be?" "king's Landing. I Am Sending You To Court." It Was The Last Thing Tyrion Lannister Would Ever Have Anticipated. He Reached For His Wine, Considered For A Moment As He Sipped. "and What Am I To Do There?" "rule," His Father Said Curtly.